A letter from a strange man

One day later, it was the day when the art center project was officially launched.

It's amazing to think about it. Flat objects are about to rise from the ground. Jing Ling has seen Zhang Hui's blueprints. It looks very spectacular and exquisite just on paper. Once completed, it will definitely become a landmark building in City B. one.

Jing Ling arrived quite early. Looking at the flat and empty space, he thought of the magnificent building half a year later. There will be many artworks listed here, and many artists will come here admiringly.He is very proud, happier than how many retweets and comments his photos get.

How meaningful it would be if the photos he took could also be displayed in it.

This land is on the edge of the CBD, surrounded by reinforced concrete buildings. The art center is built here to have a quiet mood, and it is quite elegant to slow down in the rapidly developing economic society.

That's probably what it means.

Jing Ling took several scenes here, from start-up to construction to completion to opening, this is the process he wants to record, not just his work, because it is Zhang Hui's painstaking effort, which has also become his responsibility.

When Zhang returned, she saw such a scene. Jing Ling was wearing a light-colored shirt, black pants, and white sneakers. Her hair looked like fine silk in the sun. The profile of her side face looked soft, probably because she liked He looked very relaxed, his snow-white neck leaned forward slightly, the eyelashes of his narrowed eyes were trembling, and his slender fingers were pressing the shutter.

He is a person favored by the years, time moves slowly on him, if you don't count his age and just look at his appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a student, he still looks young.

Zhang Hui suddenly felt some not-so-obvious sorrows and sorrows in his heart. At about the same age, he seemed to be so vicissitudes and sophistication.

Sometimes he envied Jing Ling, who fell in love with a person like that, but more of it was his heartache, what kind of strong emotion made him survive the long and lonely years.

Zhang Hui quickly adjusted his emotions, still looking so mature and charming, so high-spirited.

He patted Jing Ling's shoulder, and he felt Jing Ling tremble and turn around slowly, his skin was smooth and delicate under the sun, and the small mole on the corner of his mouth was clearly visible, making him look transparent.

Jing Ling was framing the scene to find the angle and light, when suddenly someone patted his shoulder, and he felt his heartbeat stop. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Hui was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He felt his heart beating violently again.

Zhang Hui touched his shoulder just now, and he could even feel his bones. He couldn't help saying with emotion: "You are too thin."

Jing Ling lowered her eyes and seemed a little shy to mention it: "You are also thin."

Zhang Hui laughed out loud. Two big men stood outside in broad daylight discussing who was thinner. The style of the painting was too strange. Zhang Hui pointed to his biceps: "Touch it."

Jing Ling looked a little shy, Zhang Hui could see it from his dodging eyes, but he still slowly moved his hand to his arm, and after touching it, he said blankly, "It's so hard."

These words sounded a little strange, but they still satisfied Zhang Hui's vanity as a man. He took Jing Ling's hand and moved it to his chest. Jing Ling felt his strong chest muscles and the vibration of his chest cavity. Replied: "You are too lack of exercise, let's go to the gym together some other day."

Jing Ling felt numb in the palms of his hands, and he was sweating a little. Zhang Hui was holding his hand. Zhang Hui's heartbeat was under his hand, which was steady and strong. He wanted to bend his fingers. He felt like a dream .

No one paid attention to this small episode. Many leaders from the Municipal Cultural Bureau, Municipal Government, and Municipal Design Bureau attended the project, as well as many media and reporters.

After Jing Ling and Zhang Hui parted, he still couldn't take it easy. He stared intently at his right hand, and then slowly put his right hand on his somewhat thin left chest, as if their lives were closely connected. heart beats with his heart.

Because Jing Ling had a professional camera hanging around his neck, he was regarded as a reporter, and he was squeezed in the middle of a bunch of media people. He couldn't struggle and didn't need to explain anything. Overwhelmed.

Now he is standing in the crowd, looking at Zhang Hui surrounded by reporters from a distance, he sees him answering every question with a graceful smile, and his eyes linger on every place Zhang Hui passes by.

He picked up the camera and took many chapters from different angles like in the past, but he was not sneaky and timid like the other side, but bright and open.

There was a banquet after that, Jing Ling was about to leave him but Zhang Hui stopped him:

"Why are you leaving?"

Jing Ling looked around, then licked his lower lip unnaturally, and said, "I'm not wearing a formal suit."

Zhang Hui looked at the water stains left after his pink tongue licked his lips, he inexplicably felt his heart tighten, and his fist clenched a little unconsciously.

Zhang Hui felt his throat was a little tight: "Eat something before leaving."

Jing Ling would not refuse Zhang Hui's words, he whispered "Yes" and went to the banquet hall.

There are high-ranking people from the business and political circles gathered here, as well as their wives and family members. They are full of people, including Zhang Hui, talking and laughing with champagne and red wine glasses.

Zhang Hui's appearance has not changed much, but his temperament has become more and more mature and charming. He has not been suppressed in a group of dignitaries who are much older than him, and he has not been too pretentious. It makes people feel uncomfortable, but the appropriate smile and gentle posture, Zhang Hui was like this back then, and now Zhang Hui is more calm, more mature and restrained.

In order not to make herself look so obtrusive, Jing Ling quietly hid in a corner, took a glass of champagne and two plates of snacks, and ate them out of the way.

He didn't drink too much, in fact he seldom drank too much, because he knew he couldn't drink, most of the time he was very restrained when drinking, and the few times he indulged, he even met Zhang Hui.

Jing Ling smiled shallowly, with an almost invisible arc, when he suddenly heard a male voice from beside him: "Little elf, why are you laughing here alone?"

Jing Ling looked up in shock, and he saw clearly that the person in front of him was Chen Zinian.

He stood up and greeted him politely: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Zinian frowned, and deliberately lowered her voice: "You are too natural, I am so sad."

Jing Ling didn't see that Chen Zinian was teasing him, but he felt a little embarrassed: "Then what should I call you?"

Chen Zinian waved his hand, his face suddenly approached Jing Ling, Jing Ling felt some discomfort, he quietly took a step back.

Chen Zinian gave a "tsk tsk", and then said: "Do you think I am so old? You see, the wrinkles on my face are not much less than Zhang Hui's. 'You', 'You', it seems that I am very old!"

He thought he was suave, suave and handsome, but he didn't expect that Zhang Hui could only be seen in Jing Ling's eyes.

He added another sentence: "Call me Zi Nian! Or call me Arno! Anyway, don't call me Zong Zong, it sounds so stupid."

Jing Ling looked at him in bewilderment, but said obediently: "Okay, Arno."

Then he also said to Chen Zinian very seriously: "Then can you not call me that, call me Jing Ling or Seirei."

Chen Zinian rolled her eyes: "I only allow Zhang Hui to call you that, you are too biased!"

Jing Ling still looked at him persistently and earnestly, Chen Zinian was stared at and compromised: "Okay, Your Majesty Seirei!"

At this time, the headlights on the field were suddenly turned off, and the banquet hall became dark, with only a beam of light shining in the center.

Jing Ling saw Zhang Hui with a tall figure and a handsome face, and another beautiful lady with a proud figure. They stood facing each other. Zhang Hui bent down slightly in a gentlemanly manner and made an invitation gesture. Xiao Yanran handed Zhang Hui's hand, and the other hand naturally rested on Zhang Hui's shoulder.

They are dancing the opening dance, the light only hits them, and the rest of the place is dark. Zhang Hui's dance steps are steady, and the women's movements are flexible. Coupled with the handsome men and women, the picture looks extraordinarily harmonious and beautiful.

It was like yesterday again, and it was like this again, he was standing alone in a place he couldn't see, peeping at him with other women, Jing Ling thought that he would get used to it, but when he saw it again with his own eyes, his body still trembled. Cold, but there is still a faint pain in my heart, as well as the aggrieved and sad feeling that I am about to drown.

When he was in college, he had seen Zhang Hui and Meng Lixun countless times. She was holding his arm. They held hands and went to class together, finished class together, ate and walked together.

Later, Meng Lixun also took their public elective courses. Every time he sat at a farther position and looked at them from a distance, they would look at each other and smile, and they would talk quietly. When Meng Lixun was sleeping, Zhang Hui She will put a coat on her, and when Zhang Hui feels sleepy and doesn't want to sleep, Meng Li finds Xiao Xiao to scare him.

Jing Ling watched their love story masochistically. They were the heaviest and brightest scenery in his boring and lonely college life.

Jing Ling saw them in the cafeteria, on the campus forest path, and in the playground. It was a coincidence at first, but after finding out the basic route of the two of them dating, Jing Ling would always linger there just to catch a glimpse of Zhang Hui. wandered again.

The saddest scene he felt back then was the campus path at night, the wind blowing the leaves and making the rustling sound, and the scene of Meng Lixun standing on tiptoe and kissing Zhang Hui under the street lamp, he felt the suffocation like a tsunami And the soreness of his nose, he gradually understood that that emotion is called jealousy.

Later, after Zhang Hui went abroad, he made a girlfriend again. He discovered her YouTube account through her girlfriend’s Instagram, and he found that he uploaded a lot of videos of living areas and travel vlogs there.

The English name of this girlfriend is Julia, she is a very generous and cheerful Chinese girl, she warmly introduces each time in the video with chapters: "ThisismyboyfriendCharles!"

Zhang Hui smiled at the camera, waved his hand and said, "heyguys!"

He saw in the comments:

"Ah, my boyfriend is so handsome!"

"You are so handsome, you are a good match." A message like this can't help but feel sore in my heart.

He has seen all the vlogs of the two of them traveling, and Zhang Hui is still such a handsome, amazing person, the person hidden in his heart.

……

"Ah, that is the daughter of Dean Wang of the Design Institute. I feel that the old man intends to match them up." Chen Zinian said to Jing Ling.

Jing Ling's body was already cold, he felt the familiar shortness of breath, he no longer wanted to stay here, he wanted to go outside to get some fresh air.

Before Zhang Hui turned off the lights, he searched for Jing Ling's location. He saw Chen Zinian standing next to Jing Ling frowning, and he heard the concerned tone of President Wang's daughter Wang Siyi: "What's wrong, you don't feel well?" ?"

Zhang Hui returned to his usual gentlemanly demeanor: "No, it's a great honor for Zhang to dance with Ms. Wang."

He danced mechanically, his gaze was only looking at that corner, he wondered if Jing Ling would feel uncomfortable in this strange environment, would Jing Ling know that he was looking at him?

The moment the light was turned on, he found that Jing Ling was gone in that corner, and he felt lost for a moment.

Jing Ling came to the rooftop of the hotel, which is a sky garden, with lush green plants and well-designed gardens, coupled with the lights of the city in the distance, it has a sense of tranquility.

He propped his elbows on the railing, looking into the unknown distance.

The wind at night has the smell of a thousand sails.

Jing Ling felt that it was his hallucination, he seemed to hear Zhang Hui calling his name, and he said, "Why are you here?"

He didn't come back to his senses until a warm coat was put on his shoulders. He stared blankly at Zhang Hui, clasping his fingers tightly on the railing.

Zhang Hui saw his whitened joints, tight body and lonely and stubborn eyes, and sighed softly.

Not only does the child fail to express his emotions, he always hides them.

Just when he thought Jing Ling would remain silent forever, he heard him say in a frustrated tone: "I can't dance."

Zhang Hui laughed, and tightened the coat on Jing Ling's body. Jing Ling was still too thin, and his coat was too wide for him.

Zhang Hui took one of his hands and put it on his shoulder, then took his other hand: "I thought it was a big deal, it's very simple, you follow my rhythm."

After Zhang Hui finished speaking, he moved slowly, his deep and magnetic voice hummed the rhythm gently in Jing Ling's ear, Jing Ling felt that half of his body was flaky, his legs became softer and weaker, and Zhang Hui The broad palm used a little strength to support his waist steadily, and their shadows on the ground gradually overlapped.

Jing Ling smelled the fragrance of plants in the wind, as well as Zhang Hui's warm smell.

On this moonlit night, on this rooftop that seemed to be isolated from the world, the lover he longed for half embraced him, swaying in his fragile dream.

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